the next storm

when you escape
a storm
after being on your knees
for so long,
listening to the wind
rattle
the roof.
hearing
the water rise
with muscle
tearing
at the trees,
the home where you stand
you easily
forget
the fear
and go on about your
day
as if nothing ever
happened.
all is well once more.
until the next storm
which arrives
tomorrow, or maybe
next year.